The next morning I woke up face to face with Clover. She was smiling and waving at me.
"About time you got up," she said with a laugh. "It's nearly noon."
Clover moved back a little to give me some air. She looked different that day. Her hair was up in braids and she was wearing a long blue button up shirt. It seemed to be the only thing she was wearing.
"Looks like someone had fun last night," I muttered getting out of bed.
"You wouldn't believe how much," she said still sitting on my bed. "Did you?"
"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked pulling some clothes out of my bag.
"I saw Mort kiss you," Clover explained. "I figured you two…"
"No way," I cut her off. "It was one kiss. I'm not going to jump into anything.
"But you plan on being his girlfriend," she said.
"No," I lied. "I don't PLAN on doing anything. If it happens I won't complain but I'm not planning on anything."
That was a flat out of lie. I was planning on being Mort's girlfriend for sure. Of course I knew Clover would see right through this even if she did play along with it.
"Sure," she said and laughed. "I'll leave you to get changed. Mort is cooking lunch if your hungry."
I nodded and Clover left the room. I pushed all thoughts of Mort out of my head and returned to getting dressed.
A few minutes later I walked out of my room wearing a hoodie that said 'I am the lost Manson child' and jeans. I was too lazy to put together and nice outfit or to put my hair up. I just decided to let it flow today.
Mort was alone in the kitchen. The guy looked like he had just woken up and was trying to desperately fix his hair. It didn't seem to want to listen to him. Every time that he pushed it down it would spring right back up.
"You're fighting a losing battle there," I said walking into the kitchen.
"Good morning," he smiled abandoning his hair. "Did you sleep well?"
"Like a rock," I said sitting down at the table. "You?"
"Pretty good," Mort said setting a plate down in front of me.
Breakfast consisted of slightly burnt bacon, eggs, and toast. I didn't complain about the eggs. It looked like Mort had gone through a lot of trouble to make me breakfast.
"I know I'm not a good cook," he said. This statement caused us both to laugh. "You don't have to eat my burnt eggs."
"It's ok," I said starting to eat the eggs.
"Next time I'll take you out for breakfast," he promised. "Would you like that?"
"I'd love it," I answered. "Where's Shooter?"
"Good question," Mort said looking around.
I glanced out the window to find that Shooter's car was gone.
"Looks like he's out causing hell," he said when he noticed that his car was missing. "Is Clover here?"
"Yep," I said finishing my breakfast. "I saw her like ten minutes ago. She was in a really good mood."
"I hope Shooter is in a good mood," Mort said pushing his plate away. "He can be a really unruly guy when he is a bad mood. Let's forget them for a little while. They're something I want to show you."
"What is it?" I asked smiling.
"It's a surprise," he teased. "You'll have to come upstairs to see it."
"When?" I asked.
"Right now," Mort said getting up from the table and walking out of the living room.
I raised an eyebrow following him out of the kitchen.